Push it closed

The moment the door handle drops it sets in. Panic. Your brain lights up in flight or fight mode and with nowhere to run you hurl yourself at the opening door, slamming it shut. Cries of 'what' and 'whoa' come from the other side as you scratch away at the lock until your adrenaline ridden hands manage to lock it.

Your heart is pounding in your throat, you turn your back to the door, leaning on it trying to calm your nerves as the voices from the other side come into focus, the overriding one familiar as the man you were 'with' a few moments ago.

"You said you wanted it hard and that your door was busted! I don't understand, do you want it or not cuz these sorts of games will get you thrown out of here!"

He's angry and confused but you don't know what to say. He's right, you asked for it hard and said the door was broken, but he's just fixed the door. Why did you slam it shut? Perhaps the Lord doesn't want your suffering to take place in person and it can only be through that hole? Yes, that makes sense. He could have you suffer face to face anywhere but he chose here for a reason. Your eyes look down at the hole and you see it as a divine aid to help you get closer to man and to God. Your voice is shaky and hurried but you blurt out.

"Sorry. Thanks for fixing the door but it has to be through the hole."

You hear murmurs and muttering voices through the door followed by a command.